Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 March 1940 — Page 16

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, SeRiAL STORY u815. A Week By LOUISE HOLMES

CAST OF CHARACTERS ANN BROWN—Orphan daughter of a gambler, alone an unfriendly city. PAUL HAYDEN-—Stock room poy with ambition. : PE CLAYBOURNE—Wealthy playCLARA BROOKS—Dime store counter IRENE TEMPLE—Society debutante.

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‘_ YESTERDAY—Ann learns more about Paul during their first date. He is a college graduate, anxious to succeed. hey a be just friends. Two ow after Ann’s arrival in her new home, Florabelle asks her to go on a party. : . CHAPTER THIRTEEN ANN HESITATED. There was a difference between going on a party and going to a party. When she hesitated, Florabelle said, “And you too, Clara.” : “Oh, Florabelle,”” Clara breathed excitedly, “That's swell —simply swell. Isn't it, Ann?” ? “I'd like to go to a party,” Ann admitted. “What—what kind of a; party is it?” “Qh,” Florabelle continued care-! lessly, “well have dinner somewhere—and dance.” Clara’s eyes sparkled. : : Sea, “The best families in town will 4 ph : Be ra be represented,” Florabelle assured Corr TINO nti rests Stent the. frie; in

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her with a little grimace. 7 Oh, gee,” clara sighed. .“Whatll| «pyiends of the bride will be seated on the right— on the left—neutrals, the rear!”

I wear?” “Have you got evening dress?” ; HOLD EVERYTHING Both Clara and Ann shook their . heads. “Well, don’t try to be dressy. Wear street clothes. The smartest girls in Chicago never dress.” ~ Clara ran to the closet and brought forth an atrocious taffeta frock. It was cerise, trimmed with cream lace. “Will this be all right?” she asked excitedly. “Ill do.” As she left the room, Florabelle said, “You're the important one, Ann. The party is being given in your honor.” “My honor?” “Sure. Jake Bontel was in the taxi the other night. He saw you and asked me to bring you round.” “Will there be a man for Clara ” - Florabelle nodded. “Three men will be there. Clancy Horton—he’s mine and don’t you forget it for a minute—Jake Bontel and Steve Claybourne. Steve goes with the ; , .North- Side crowd. Occasionally he ; # \ a likes to meet the other half.” : y Ann was a little dubious about the affair. Florabelle took her acceptance for granted. “Just wait till Steve Claybourne sees Clara,” she said, laughing lazily. There was a flurry of’ baths and dressing in the apartment the next evening. Ann wore the new blue . dress and little pancake hat. Her . hair was like gold, vivid color burned in her cheeks, her eyes were mysteriously dark. Florabelle’s gown was black, sleek and plain. At her - throat she wore an immense rhinestone clip. A smartly veiled hat Faltially covered her ash blond ead.

- # 2 » , CLARA WAS A living demonstration of what a girl should not wear. The cerise dress fought with the : shade of her rouge, her flame colored 3 nails fought back. She’d had her : hair done at noon and her head had an ice-bound. look. Bangle EN : bracelets jingled' from her wrists, a % J bib necklace of raw gold covered her : /, Y chest. ] They found a cab Waiting at the 1 - J * curb and Ann quietly enjoyed the j : bo unaccustomed luxury. Clara's pleas- ; J | ure was less quiet. ¥

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Ann said, “I wonder why the men didn't come for us.” Florabelle glanced at her quizgically. She said nothing. It was a long drive and Clara's excitement rose as the meter climbed. At last they stopped before an apartment hotel on Sheridan drive. Florabelle gracefully led the way to an elevator and they shot upward, Ann’s doubts increasing with every floor. “Why should we go to Mr. Horton's apartment?” she asked. “Why don’t we meet them where we are to have dinner?” Florabelle lost patience. “Look,” she said firmly. “Are you planning to have a good time or are you going to put on an act at every turn? Who is throwing this party, anyway?” 2 Ann felt properly squelched. “1 — : . . Just wondered,” she said lamely. “Sa-a-y! Did you know you were just § feet 11 inches under the world's record?”

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Florabelle knocked on a closed door and it swung open. A large, beefy man with several chins and a * bulging waistline beamed out at them. “Three little gifts from heaven,” he proclaimed loudly. “This is Clancy,” Florabelle said, “ano snd Clara == c IS COMMONLY ' BELIEVED 8 “Howdy, n an a. Come in. The two male earth beings be-| ory SuIGLTLy hind me are Jake and Steve. Step LARGER THAN 7 ZZ up, boys, and do your manners.” THE _Jake appeared on one side of his host and Steve on the other. Each| INDIAN carried a glass in his hand. There was a confusion of greetings. : Ann knew right then that her . doubts had been well founded. She glanced geous the apartment. No NY s one lived there, that was obvious. ae ST n "It had merely been taken for the] = | SEER a. ; . ~evening’s entertainment. : : : highs by] : ; : I «==By Martin

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a loss. Evidently -this was what was meant by “being on a party.” She had never ~ tasted intoxicating liquor, her father » had seen to that. Inexperienced as she was, she knew that it was up| ‘- to her to bluff. ; “Mix up something you think I'll : like,” she said indifferently. “I've never had the pleasure of * “Did you hear that, Steve?” meeting you,” he said.

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clever enough to detect it.” Jake came from behind the bar, a stemmed glass in his hand. “Here you are, my sweet.” “Thenk you.” She took the glass. What was she to do with it? Why—oh, why had she come?

(To be continued)